Funny Poem
He laid her on the table. So white and clean and bare. His forehead wet with beads of sweat. He rubbed her here and there. He touched her neck and then her breast. And then drooling felt her thigh. The slit was wet and all was set. He gave her a joyous cry. The hole was wide....he looked inside. All dark and murky. He rubbed his hands and stretched his arms....and then he stuffed the turkey!

~Perfect~
Love is something
A very powerful thing
That I have
In my heart for you.

Love is when
You cry becuz he never makes you cry
And you think
This is too good to be true

Well I think he is too perfect
He is someone I could see why
Everyone wants
The only bad thing about him
Is that there's nothing bad about him.

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